Chapter One.
Spice – The past.
I n a cheerful mood, I sat on the porch drinking a cold beer and chatting shit with Fists, Pipes, and Berserker. As we chatted, we saw the asshole who lived opposite me pull up. The guy was a total fuckwad. Despite having a good woman, he ruined everything with his promiscuity. He was an outright cheating bastard. Poor Lindy had no idea that half the women who were so nice to her face had screwed the twat behind her back.
That fucked me off because Lindy was the real deal. Beautiful to watch and a body that drove men wild. Woman had personality, too. The prick climbed out of his car and winked at a neighbour watering her plants. Yeah, he’d ploughed Angela a few times. Angela tittered and blew him a kiss. Wonder what her husband would say?
Higgins entered the house, shutting the door, and we carried on talking. Pipes had just gone to fetch more beers when we heard the first scream.
Surprised, we looked across the road as our eyebrows popped into our hairlines.
“Do you think I’m a fucking idiot? No! Don’t answer that; you clearly do!” Lindy bellowed.
“Keep your voice down!” the asshole demanded.
“Why? Ain’t going to tell the neighbours something they don’t know. You’ve banged nearly all of them!” Lindy screeched, and a smile crossed my face.
“Someone’s been caught red-handed,” I said.
“Looks like he’s getting screwed in a different way,” Fists agreed.
Berserker added, “She can do better than him.”
“What did I rate, David? I don’t see my score in your little black book!” Lindy yelled.
Score? Oh, shit! Had that prick seriously been scoring his conquests? My brothers arrived at the same conclusion and looked amused.
“Shut up, Lindy!” David bellowed in return.
“Why? Aren’t those two-faced bitches aware? Really?” Lindy shouted, and the front door flew open.
Lindy stormed out onto the porch, and David appeared and tried to pull her back inside. By now, we weren’t the only ones being entertained. Half the neighbours were out.
“Get your dirty fucking hands off me!” Lindy snapped and kicked David in the shins.
“Oh, my!” Angela exclaimed as she stood in the street.
Lindy’s eyes narrowed in on her. “Got a problem, bitch?”
“I beg your pardon?” Angela said, drawing herself up and looking down her nose at Lindy.
Lindy grinned evilly. “Are you aware my ex-fiancé liked to keep scores? Angela, you got four out of ten. Apparently, you don’t mind your teeth when giving blowjobs.”
“What did she say?!” Austin, Angela’s husband, yelled.
“All in David’s little black book. David fucked Angela five times, Austin. Want the dates? Angela scored low. Here, I’ll read it to you,” Lindy snarled, waving a book around.
Several women paled as Lindy quoted dates, scores, and the comments David had written.
“She’s lying!” Angela screeched.
“Damn. Lindy’s going to implode the entire street!” I said, laughing.
“Angela, you bitch, I was away working then!” Austin shouted and stopped David from trying to reach Lindy.
Austin pulled his fist back and planted one square in David’s face, sending him flying.
“Oh shit,” Pipes snorted as he, too, laughed.
“Who wants to know if their wife fucked David? It’s all here in this book. Hey, Roger, Mabel reached an impressive nine out of ten. David loved the birthmark on her ass and how it turned red when spanked. Mabel also deepthroated him,” Lindy called.
A man’s jaw dropped open as he faced his wife, who started babbling.
“Eric, sorry, Marlene scored two. Apparently, Marlene makes a weird cackling noise when she comes. And she’ll only do missionary as well,” Lindy continued.
Several women tried to drag their husbands away. David once more got to his feet and tried to snatch the book from Lindy, only to be intercepted by Roger, who actually knocked him out.
One by one, and somehow miraculously avoiding David getting his hands on her, Lindy called out all the women who’d fucked the asshole. Apart from the four women who David deemed frigid, he’d done the entire cul-de-sac. And there were thirty houses here. Even worse, a few times he’d fucked a couple of mothers and daughters and compared them.
Within an hour, the street was full of fighting and arguing couples. My brothers and I were highly entertained as women whose husbands weren’t home disappeared. Then my eyes caught on Lindy, and my heart thudded.
Lindy stood amongst everyone, looking lost and forlorn. Sadness was etched on her face, and I could see the tears falling silently down her cheeks. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around Lindy and protect her from this. Where that fuckin’ feeling came from, who knew because I wasn’t a touchy-feely person. Emotion was for saps, and I was a brother in an MC.
Lindy raised her head and looked straight at me. It was as if she could sense me watching her. I held her gaze.
‘Fight!’ I mouthed.
Lindy’s brows dipped, and then she wiped the tears from her face. Lindy straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin.
‘Good girl,’ I mouthed, and she smiled slightly.
David was trying to sneak away, but the husbands weren’t letting him. All around, hell was breaking wide open in this quiet cul-de-sac. The polished life of suburbia was being tarnished as we bore witness. They’d all looked down at me when I moved in, but guess who was hiding dirty secrets? I was thoroughly enjoying the drama.
Lindy walked back inside the house and shut the door. David dashed towards it and used his key, but Lindy must have bolted it. The asshole started beating on the door, but Lindy didn’t answer.
“What a shit storm!” Berserker laughed, and I nodded.
My gut told me this wasn’t over. Lindy was up to something. As we kept watching, sipping our beer, Lindy’s bedroom window opened.
I began laughing as she started throwing armfuls of David’s clothes out onto the front yard. Those close by stopped and watched as David howled about his expensive clothing.
Lindy continued chucking it all out, not even bothering to have bagged it. Socks, underwear, belts, everything came flying out. Then when she was done, she started launching aftershave bottles like they were grenades.
A screech from the top of the cul-de-sac made us turn and stare, and we saw Eric throwing a suitcase in the car. Marlene was screaming, and Eric turned to her with a filthy look.
“I’ll be at a hotel until I decide. But knowing David fucked every woman in this street and then some, I don’t think I’ll be sleeping with you ever again!” Eric yelled.
“Burn!” Fists laughed.
“Well, Lindy certainly got revenge,” Pipes stated.
“Ain’t no lie there,” Berserker agreed. Our president relaxed back as he carried on enjoying the drama. “This is better than TV.”
“No, shit,” I agreed.
Lindy continued to throw David’s crap out as we watched, and when she finally ran out of things to throw, she locked the window and disappeared.
While my brothers cheered her actions, I knew she was hurting. Lindy, the epitome of the woman of my dreams, was unattainable. She wouldn’t cope with our lifestyle or shack up with a biker. Lindy’s type might have short-term flings with us, but they wouldn’t foresee a future together.
Shit, I was thirty years old and eager to settle. I wanted kids: a boy to bring into the club and a girl to spoil. But again, I didn’t want trash; I wished for decent, clean, and loving. That made me a sap, but so be it. I glanced across at Lindy’s place.
That had been her parent’s home, and they’d given it to her and fucked off to tour the country. Good for them. David had no claim to the property, especially since he and Lindy weren’t married. That protected Lindy, and I was glad for it.
Night had fallen when David finally picked all his shit up off the front yard. Asshole continued to shout stuff at the house, but it remained dark. I knew Lindy was in there, and she’d be crying. Lindy was the type of girl who gave her relationship one hundred and ten per cent. She was the straight-up real deal. Once again, I felt a tug on my shrivelled heart. Lindy hadn’t deserved this.
As David jumped in his car, I studied his face. He only cared about paying for a hotel and the inconvenience. That made me angry. The asshole had been lucky enough to have everything I wanted, and he’d pissed on it.
“Suppose I better get off,” Berserker said, standing. “Got a date with the hotel receptionist.”
“Pearl Tanner?” I asked, looking up.
“Yeah.” Berserker nodded. “Problem?”
“Seems a bit quiet for you, Prez. But she’s a looker,” I replied.
“Ain’t quite your type, though, brother. I don’t think Pearl Tanner’s going to put out easily.” Pipes chuckled. “Her parents are churchgoing folk.”
“Fancy that. I attend church regularly, too.” Berserker smirked.
We laughed, but my gut twisted.
“The girl legal?” I murmured.
Berserker sent me a dirty look. “Ain’t no kiddie fucker, VP. Watch who you’re talking to. Pearl’s twenty.”
“Looks fuckin’ younger, so the question had to be asked. That’s why you made me VP, asshole,” I shot back, and Berserker glowered.
Seconds later, he grinned and nodded. “It was you or one of those two assholes.”
Berserker laughed at Pipes and Fists’ howls, jumped off my porch, and headed for his Harley.
“Catch ya later, losers,” he called and revved his engine before zooming off.
I sent a grin towards Angela and Austin’s home. They were usually the ones who complained. By the shouting and crying coming from their house, Berserker’s Harley was the last thing on their mind.
We spent the rest of the night watching the drama still unfold as unaware husbands came home and the neighbours informed them of what had happened. Several of the cuckolds left their homes with suitcases—and a fair few made up beds on their couches.
With an evil smile, I wondered when they’d start questioning the paternity of their kids!
Lindy – The past.
That lying, cheating rat bastard. I’d given David four years of my life for him to be running around screwing anything with a pulse and a pussy. David was five years older than me and treated me like a lady, and I never suspected this. Then I found the black book. It had detailed the last decade of David’s life from when he’d lost his virginity to his mother’s best friend, Violet. Oh, I’d be letting her husband know because Violet was a stuck-up bitch who deserved to be knocked down a peg or two.
Every time we’d met, Violet looked down her nose at me. She wore a smirk, as if she had secret knowledge. Well, clearly, she had! She’d taken my fiancé’s virginity and carried on throughout the years sleeping with him. Violet had karma heading her way.
Miserable, hurt, and embarrassed, I curled up into a ball on the bed in the spare room. Knowing David had been fucking countless women in it made me want to burn my own. I would never lay on it again.
Anger spiked in my gut. That rat bastard and those damn whores. All talking to me and pretending to be nice after David had slept with them. My rage burned hotter, and I leapt out of bed and headed into my bedroom. My favourite bedding was on, and I looked at it in hate. That was tarnished now in my eyes.
I dragged it off and, opening the window, hurled it out. The mattress was next. It took me fifteen minutes to get it outside, but I managed. Muttering angrily, I piled the bedding on top.
A voice startled me as I turned to see my neighbour across the road. “Need help, Lindy?”
“Yeah. I want to dismantle my bed.”
“I got some tools. Give me a few minutes,” Spice replied and strode away. I couldn’t help but notice how fine his ass looked in those tight jeans.
When Spice moved in, everybody had gossiped and turned their noses up at him. Their thoughts were clear. How did a dirty biker afford one of these nice houses? And would he drag the neighbourhood down? Instead, Spice had kept to himself, rarely had people over, and wasn’t any trouble. That didn’t stop everyone sneering and not inviting him to street parties and barbecues.
But Spice hadn’t let their ignorance and rudeness keep him from living here. I had invited him to parties David and I had held, but he’d always declined politely.
It was hard to ignore the fact that Spice was incredibly good-looking. By my reckoning, he was in his thirties. The day after he’d moved in, all the bored housewives had been strutting past his house, but Spice had ignored them all.
They continued to send him coy looks to this day, but Spice remained isolated. Guess he wasn’t interested in suburbia housewives.
Spice came strolling back over carrying a toolset.
“Wanna show me where the bed is?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied and walked into my house.
Some would no doubt question the wisdom of having a strange man in my home alone. But something told me I was safe with Spice. He’d not let anyone hurt me, and he wouldn’t either. I led Spice into my bedroom and pointed.
“That’s a nice frame,” Spice said, putting his toolbox down and kneeling by the bed as he began unpacking it.
“Yeah, too many of David’s notches on it,” I snarled, and Spice laughed. “No, I mean it. Check the back of the left post.”
Spice stared at me before doing as I’d said. His eyebrows shot up into his hairline as he gazed at the shocking truth I’d discovered. “Holy shit.”
“Exactly. David literally carved his conquests into the headboard,” I replied.
“What a fucking douche,” Spice murmured, shaking his head.
“And I lost count after eighty. David is a walking STD. I’ve already booked in at my doctor’s. Thank God I made David wrap,” I said, sinking onto the carpet and wrapping my arms around my legs. Somehow, it was easy to be honest with Spice.
“Yeah, I’d be thanking God for that, too. Jesus, woman. What did you see in him?” Spice asked as he got to work.
“I’ll be asking myself that question for a long time. I thought we were in love. But that wasn’t love.”
“Lindy, you’re capable of more than him,” Spice encouraged, unscrewing the top right side.
“David told me I was frigid,” I muttered, his words still hurting.
Spice threw his head back and laughed.
“I’m glad you think that’s funny!” I snapped even more hurt.
“Sweetness, ain’t no way you’re built like that and frigid. Let me guess: douche canoe rarely got you off and blamed you,” Spice said.
“Yeah,” I admitted. I should be ashamed, but I wasn’t.
“Girl, you ain’t the problem. He was. Asshole was probably too interested in getting himself off. You’ve a body made for love,” Spice murmured.
“Thanks. I’ve got pretty low self-esteem at the moment. David had me completely blinkered to his philandering. I still don’t think it’s honestly hit me if I’m truthful with myself.”
“How long were you together?”
“Five years. I was just eighteen when we began dating.”
“Damn, you were a baby,” Spice said.
“Guess what, Spice? That’s the truth there. I was young and impressionable. David seemed so much older and wiser, and he was so charming.”
“When did you inherit the house?”
“Five years ago!” I answered with a bitter laugh.
Spice made the same connection I did.
“Ouch,” he murmured.
“Yeah. A fully paid-off house, and David only had to pay half the bills. No rent or mortgage. Seems pretty obvious how David could afford all his designer shit and take women out to lunches and dinners. And by his bank statements, David visited a couple of hotels regularly,” I spat.
“Not always fucking them in your bed, then.” He shook his head. “Done. Want me to help drag this outside?”
“Please.”
Together, we dragged the wooden frame downstairs, and I threw it on top of the mattress and bedding.
“You got gas to burn it, or need to borrow some?” Spice asked.
“Should be a can in the garage. If not, I’ll take you up on your offer,” I replied, liking the fact Spice knew what I was planning.
I checked and found a full can and brought it out. Spice placed two chairs at a safe distance from the fire. He poured the contents of the can over the pile. Spice then handed me a box of matches.
“Say adios, motherfucker,” Spice teased.
“Adios, motherfucker!” I yelled and threw a lit match. With a whoosh, the fire caught, and flames engulfed the pile. Spice directed me to a chair and went and unwound the garden hose.
“Better safe than sorry. You don’t want to burn the house down,” he said as he joined me in the other chair.
I spotted Mabel peering out of her window. “Take a good look, Mabel. I’m sure you recognised the bed you fucked my ex in!” I yelled.
Spice laughed and produced a beer. “Looked in your fridge. Should have guessed the asshole would drink a pussy brew. As you got the gas, I headed over to mine for supplies.”
Spice handed me the bottle after he’d removed the cap.
“Thanks, Spice, for your help. I don’t think I would have managed myself,” I said, taking a swallow.
The flames reached up high and flickered and danced. There was something mesmerising about them. I bet none of my neighbours would be calling the fire dept.
I was shocked a few minutes later when Austin appeared carrying a crate of beers. He silently handed Spice one and offered me one. I shook my head.
“Ain’t sure if I should thank or curse you, Lindy,” Austin finally admitted.
“Thanking comes to mind,” Spice said on my behalf.
Austin held his gaze. “You knew, too.”
“Ain’t my place to get involved in cheating disputes. Anyway, who would you have believed? Me or the wife?” Spice asked.
“I’d have taken Angela’s word over yours.”
“Exactly. Now think. You’re aware she’s been unfaithful at least once. Who knows if there were more men in your absence? You got a chance to find a decent woman, or you can stay in a toxic marriage knowing that you’ll never trust her again,” Spice pointed out.
“That what you’re telling Lindy?” Austin asked, his eyes narrowing on me.
“Lindy’s the type of woman to search for, dude. Sweet, strong, gorgeous inside and out. Your wife is a total bitch. Sweet to your face and poison behind your back. Ain’t ever going to be happy unless she’s pulling someone down. You want a woman who’ll lift you up and hold her head up high. Pick more carefully next time, and I’m sure you’ll find happiness,” Spice said.
“Taking advice from a biker,” Austin replied with a laugh. “Yet you make more fucking sense than anything else I’ve seen today.”
“Austin, I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you, but I wanted to wipe that smug look off Angela’s lying face. Angela looks down her nose at everyone, and I’m tired of it. She’s nothing but a whore, and you needed to know,” I said, speaking up.
Austin stared at me before laughing loudly. “Lindy, you ain’t wrong. David’s going to be busy pretty soon with the number of divorces he’s going to be named in.”
“That the way you’re thinking?” I asked.
“My marriage was comfortable, not happy, but pleasant. Angela and I haven’t been in love for years. I cared a great deal for her, but today ruined that. I’m going after my kids and kicking her out. The fact Angela slept with the street’s Lothario isn’t going to look good in court. Angela’s packing her bags, and her father’s coming to get her. He thinks this is a storm in a teacup. Lindy, I wanted to enquire if I could borrow David’s book and show him?” Austin said.
“Sorry, Austin, that book is not leaving my greedy grasp. But if you give me a few minutes, I can copy his comments on Angela for you?” I offered.
“That will do,” Austin agreed as I got up, and he took my chair. “You caused a shit storm today, Lindy. Take a friendly warning. There’ll be a target on your back.”
“Then it’s a good job Lindy has someone in her corner,” Spice warned before I spoke.
“Watch her closely because David is the type of guy to lash out,” Austin said, and Spice nodded.
I headed inside to let them talk and copy David’s book. I had a feeling I’d be doing that a lot soon and wondered if I could photocopy it somewhere. That was a damn good idea, I decided and made plans to head to the library tomorrow. David had all sorts of karma heading his way.